Nothingness, Summed Together Time and Time Again, Just Never Adds Up to a "Good" Time

by Anonymous

Nothingness (life emptied of self-managed time, which oddly actually feels timeless), even
though summed together time and time again, and with much effort and care, even eternally, will mathelogically
neither add up to, nor even approach, a "good" time.

It's sad, but true. And tragically, truth's falsification keeps it from us most of the time, simply because that time
has been emptied of useful truth and livable possibility. It's denatured, devoided of our very nature. We are boiled off
and thrown away and just the ownable wealth is hoarded away by parasites for a rainy day... and we get reigny
daze instead.

The life time extraction process is what we all unknowingly do "for the system" daily and with each gesture and
non-embrace of each other's need for their own (self-owned and self-managed) time as if it were a treasure which we
all need to make our own times "good"... and it turns out to be true. The very "adding process" found in the
above equation — wherein we continue and continue, trying and trying, to make adding umpteen 0s
equal to 1 is actually subtract our life time each iteration... at faster rates, with more advanced
thoroughness, and at greater depths and breadths... from the general possibility of living at all,
and from having a specific life moment which actually approaches [a] "good time", that is, one without a higher
loss of it in its duration, its expansion, and its quality. We have lost the past, are losing the present, and have
surrendered the future ahead-of-time.

And so, this is why, at this time, we reach out to you (and any truth of sensing your own waning) with our own
lost "lives". Our immediate example, being that we are all in a local neighborhood and the same surrounding
possibility for community, oddly, is by way of another person's compensations to losing life by taking ours
and anyone else who is within the grab and seize zone or effect range of that person's
acts, and even if not, there are many like him, and many more to come.

You know the storyline I'm sure, leaked out metaphorically as "culture", that commodity which helps sell lifestyle
to us as a life substitute:

a pack of zombies eating the flesh (of our lives) for their own mutated needs;

trampling someone for their place in a department store line to buy pre-broken or use-valueless garbage;

attacking someone for their piece of a shrinking pie.

Rather than fragmenting further together, why not that we
consequently-gather to free up everyone's time from the global kidnapping of it,
and reinventing the very notion of pies (which reminds me way too much of financial pie charts in how tasteless,
joyless, and senseless they really are), and getting rid of [doing] time as a way of summing up self-loss, we thought
that maybe we might get some fresh ideas and start a grassroots resurgence of "the good time" which we deliver
to ourselves.

We can do this to and for ourselves without permission, without leadership mediation, without deductions,
without taxes, without licenses, without fees, without loss, without agendas other than persona-free selfishness,
without character-free social need, without guilt, without debt, without waiting lines, without waste, without
noise, without attacking each other to make something else happy in a perverted way....

You get the picture all too clear without my help, I'm sure. Right? We have been still-lifed, as if like
the nutritional value of the "fruit" in a painting's bowl "of fruit". I am suggesting that we return from this political-economic
still-born "life" to one that joins the self-managed nutritions into a totalistic and totalizing social animal whose
"wildness" is the social festivity, and not some "thing" added to aan annihilation list of social "pests" or "weeds".

Okay, so what follows are some notes on our first-hand experience of a "neighbor" across the street who:

shoots at our squirrels, even though our yard is a certified wildlife habitat and our havened property;

willfully and maliciously hacks our plants that block his way to a different neighbor's yard;

has brought his dog over to specifically deficate in one of our food garden areas;

stares menacingly at us for hours while drinking... every single day;

plays the same music over and over loudly using his garage as a speaker cabinet;

greets our looks at him leaning against his inner garage wall by coming out wearing a "Fuck Off" baseball cap;

occasionally flips us off while walking away from us (classic cowardice and passive aggression);

snaps pictures of us using water thinking he can turn us in to some water cop in his head (recently when
instructed to clean all birdseed catchers by aviary specialists after 4 birds died in 4 days, he photographed me
cleaning them in the driveway at 4:15pm, 45 minutes ahead of the authoritarian clock in his head);

the toxic dust has been directed at our yard, often aimed at our freshly-swept part of the street;

the toxic dust has been directed at our now bee-exterminated beehive, former Monarch butterfly
population milkweed flowers, etc., killing off both;

he regularly poisons wood bees, and thus, the birds who may eat them, and also de-stabilizes the
ecosystemic place they play in life-on-Earth in nature, which thus, threatens and detracts from all
of our lives because the posionbs do not "go away";

he chases away "uninvited" (non-mortgage-paying) wildlife whose air, soil, etc., he claims species-centrically,
and without conferring with the rest of "his" species, so he does this unilaterally and without consent... and,
as with all indigenous populations swept aside by invaders, they are annihilated for trespassing on their Earth
with their right to exist no longer accessible due to his waving a piece of "legal" paper created by, coincidentally,
his species, which pushes all other species down below into his survival pyramid scheme;

he kill-traps, which takes a certain cold-heartedness and a laziness to merely deport lifeforms to some
concentration camp by the Animal Services (extermination) or defamed, and untrue to Lindsay himself,
Lindsay Wildlife Hospital, when actually fed to hawks or snakes by pay-to-be-a-volunteer "volunteers",
which dress up the imperial drones, bombs, and currency of world imperial dominators;

he is a bloated 350-pounder, filled with a fetish for doing everything with a noisy machine, including I
would suggest, all of his bodily and human functions, yet daily submits to his enabling, domineering,
always-correct, trainer-mother, whose house (and umbilical cord) he has never left, he in his mid-50s;

ominously and always squeezed into his bib overalls with his inflammatory cap, or ironically in pedal-pusher
sweat pants adorning a Doris Day sun bonnet, he coldly stares at us or anyone greeting him, especially
if they have ever talked with us or his adjacent neighbor (who got the same treatment solely until I befriended
that person) and demonizes them, as us, as "down the food chain" lessors as taught by all holy books seeking
power over human and other spirituality, so that his acting-out repressed feelings and redirecting suppressed
aliveness may continue... as bully, as bigot, as belligerent, as drunk, as parroter of authoritarian radio
Tweedledum versus Tweedledee "news" or political party falsifications, etc..

In short, he is a persona-controlled and character-armored organic receptacle—
one of many—who is inflicting back onto humanity what it has afflicted itself with by surrendering
its power to hierarchy, authority, reifications, and projections of its now-soul-less self (as haunting "ghosts",
as "craving "monsters", as self-dissociating "aliens") all of which are the inversions of 'what could be'. With no
self for comparison, these "it"-people attack their own kind who have not yet surrendered as if we are the
cause of their surrender and their inability to change back a foggy and dark nightmare into better lives by
themselves, when actually we all must help each other or none of us alone can change effectively, throughly,
or as robustly. And that is exactly the trap we are all in... fighting each other so that each of us is isolated,
fragmented, and defeated daily alone.

The State, as is their policy—after nourishing chaos and dysfunctionality—ignores our requests
for law-promised assistance, as do "free" (hack) lawyers suited for pathos — wills, divorces, DUIs—
refusing defense or change or rebuking the intentionally-broken (via government) "justice" system, and, most
people who seek the status quo fail to see it receding to less and less a status of anything but
greater extraction and control with less services and rights daily... as we all slide into the cold, dark, and
forever of nightmare and an extinction abyss. I detested asking any of them and it was clear that
they were weak, frightened of anything but following orders, and had no capacity for resistance. Some found pleasure
in refusal or solace in having a job based in shuffling around doing nothing, treating us like victimizers asking
once-humans—afflicted now with human-breaking personalities in a broken system—to do
anything but collect taxes, collect paychecks, direct human capital to extraction machinations, rig elections,
look the other way while parasites syphon public funds and domain property, collect registration and license
fees to pay for themselves collecting those fees, and many were just there to use us as an outlet to bolster their
chances for moving up-the ladder by polishing up resumes by honing their psychotic, sociopathic,
sadistic, and psychopathic skills.

So, rather than answering the question of "how are you?" in the usual falsified "business" method (with verbal
handshake protocol sealing the deal) as if to convince and clear your hosted occupant to merge human-capital
memes, behaviors, lingo, etc., with another hosted occupant. It's like the cold stare of the "pod people" in "Invasion
of the Body Snatchers", as they look for the human "truth" weakness: feeling, opinion, longing, dreaming, want,
desire, passion. In the onward recuperating hybridization to colonize all human social relations for itself, here,
instead, is an attempt at a painfully-truthful notation of what we experience daily as human beings under attack
by "it"-ness, with its coldness, its, exploits, its invasions, its "cold stare" skirmishes, all in hope that no longer
denying it will allow you to also come forward in association with us or others still caring, so that we can rescue
ourselves together, and perhaps the Earthly joys and lifeforms once possible.

Treated as capital throughput "neighbor-objects", we are assaulted by:

the dutifully-demonstrated tasks of an in-your-face Promethean masochist who does
what he's told loudly so that he may pursue his allotted subsistence;

a Sisyphusian raper of Mother Nature who cowardly transfers his denied
hatred for his condition and situation onto people as well as smaller and more trusting victims;

The "neighbor[hood] from hell" is everywhere and the maintenance of it is currently out of our hands,
unless we change much, very much, and now. Wow, that's a bit depressing, but see what avoiding
it has gotten us?!

In short, unopposed life-opposition annihilates all but that toleration: the unfree subjugate the free;
the tamed herd the untamed; the near-dead kill the living; the sensually-blind outlaw rainbows; the
emotionally-deaf fine singing; the cynical sequester laughter; the absolutely "correct" imprison the
"incorrect" absolutely; the clue- and witless license wild imagination; ad finitum,
ad nauseam.

The Earth is an ecosystem that is a whole. It is not here for us exclusively, contrary to
the nature, women, children, uncommon, and unbeliever (e.g., "infidel", "goyem", "heathen") slaver
rites expounded in the hierarchy-expanding sections of the Old Testament,
Torah, and Qu'ran (aka,
Koran).

It is not some "thing" which had better perform, impress, do tricks, taste good, or wear well for us,
as judges of its life (and right to exist) depending on a self-anointed court and with a strongarming judgment
and precepts, edicts, "scientific" ideologies, proclamations, declarations, chore lists, and on and on.
Like the universe, it doesn't care if we humans exist, except as self-elevated gardeners and facilitators
of mutually-inclusive life-forces, and thus also, too often its lifeforms unknowingly allow and unsuspectingly
respect the limit-witted minds of humans to conceive of much other than what is interpreted as revolving,
or needing to be coaxed or forced to revolve, around themselves. The "objective" science that watches
suffering and demise adds to the weight atop those life forms (and times) whose immiserations and demise
is televised and wrapped in advertisiements for "save this" and save that" groups who only create a gigantic
sucking sound, taking our potential to act away from what hasn't already taken away from humans via
political-economy. Nothing is saved but the system robbing in the first place. Nothingness is no way to live.

Earth, nature, ecosystems, the universe... unregimented in ways the species-centric created grocery lists
feign as "intelligent" or "evolved" with "order" wrapped in plastic, museums, and vaults either way, is
injected everywhere by a species who believe in politicians, clerics, and other charlatans fleecing them
and coaxing them to fleece, skin, eat, shoot, stuff, cage, slash, spray, melt, burn, blow up, or otherwise
exterminate all else. Yep, being so "on top of it" makes one quietly
ponder just what "it" is, as in "shhhhh".

Those 'discover, synthesize, and own' lists wherein all DNA, forces, elements, time, space, and motion,
is brought to its knees before omnipotent hierarchy "experts", are so necessary for hierarchy to continue where
life might instead. They are so unnecessary for all under their boot. They are one of the "intelligent"
species' cycles of self-mundanity for so many of us to perform while a civilization within a civilization rules
all, and interference with any list item or sequence throws hierarchy into panic, and conicidentally, also
finds humanity sent into weaponizing mode, wherein "truth", "justice", "empathy", "care", and "wisdom"
are exposed as placeholders filling the nature of this anti-natural imposition on free living by anything:
exo-subjugation, extractive exploitation, and extinctive extermination.

Like its sworn enemies, freedom to self-evolve and liberty of free association,
this anti-natural nature is full-spectrumed or not at all. It needs to dominate all and must keep
finding smaller and larger qualities upon which to squelch self-managed and self-conscious growth.

Hierarchical and historical, it is real only because we allow it to be. We tolerate and maintain it. We
psycho-fetishize on its rite of "cleansing away" all that disagrees with "work with and under me, or die"
brain "logic".

Nature seeks to fully pursue its self-evolutionary adventure, however, is being imprisoned by our frozen
logic paths erected like horizon-blocking billboards on all sides of mindless, changeless neuron highways
in our self-anointed, forcibly-limited, "superior" minds.

Eco-totalistic lifegardening, when
inverted by a lazily-approached hatred for "merely being", for being tools to a global pyramid
scheme, for tolerating servant-slave status to master-enabler psychopaths,
for following the rules set up by the sociopathic managerial class under those masters,
and doing and behaving however directed by the entertainment-news cartel's many programming
whores is neither natural, intelligent, nor beautiful in any way.

From the dysfunctional response by globalist, federal, state, county, and city levels of the same
hierarchical "obedience training", called "government" (with human community
inverted into puppet Community organizations), is the accepted
dysfunctionality which keeps us all in line as farmed, trained, crated, and consumable, recyclable
"things"... and, as things, we are neither taught nor allowed to assess or change our selves, and
certainly, are never supposed to question "the linearity" imposed upon a nonlinear universe. Why?
Because we are property, chattel, fodder, tools. Simple? Okay, sure, I suppose it can be said that
we are selfless auto-maintaining simpletons.

So, when the "experience" of one is trodden on and expressed so that we may all consider our "lot"
as equal things (that equality which can only be addressed in "systems of things" everywhere) in a
series of thing containers, well, that is the experience of all of us being abused, invaded, stolen, and
of all of the implied possible solutions approaching us as ourselves, like we are that deer in our
own headlights, an implied possibility for the critical mass quantity required
for qualitative possibilities... however, only when communicated,
and, only if acted upon. And here, "upon" asserts
all that is each of us, apart and together, inside and out, as well
as all that could be each of us, together and apart, outside and in. The whole of everything and
everyone becomes possible — mutually-totalizing and taken as integral and necessary
moments of a dynamic whole — or else, only slavery does, can, and will exist. We shall
merely subsist... and perhaps, loudly persist in our prescribed and/or manufactured resistance.

Whether it is, as with which we have been (e)viled — noise exhibitionism,
belligerent alcoholism, "creepy" voyeurism — we can change
all that behavior, submission, bloat, and just plain evil, into whatever we responsibly invent.
All this can become a wild adventure, without predators, food-chains, need to know, policy to
not know, etc.; it will be messy, like "nature", but then, we will become alive again, and maybe for
the first time....

We have made our front yard, easemented to death by the city's corporate hierarchy as a restraint
upon imaginative use of our yards by us, except as umbilical
cords from the petroleum industry cartel's masters into our neighborhoods, onto our property, into
our homes (as "garages"), and as behaviors of submission... emissions into and emission controls
upon our very being. Now it is de-occupied territory, and we seek your solutions to small, medium,
and large problems... enhancements to small, medium, and large joys, partners and associates in
reinventing everything, ourselves, and our relations with "the wild", i.e., to living.

Stop by when the noise, cynical attitudes, red tape, cold-hearted abuse, and need for change
with friendlies arises. We hope still for a world wherein insistence and persistence lead to real
existence, and not just to a subsistence. As said, "change is the
only constant", and if you know that leaders are the symptom of a
more basic cause, then there is more quality in two people meeting without leaders than in all
the intentions of all leaders throughout hierarchicalized (enslaving) time. The wild adventure awaits.